eat, dance, love

Zheng Jiabao has a younger sister who is in high school, she is a typical star chasing girl.

It is said that one of the daily items of their star chasing girls is the 360-degree public itinerary of chasing idols without dead ends.Of course, I also want to know about the private itinerary, but due to the rules of the fan circle, I must have an attitude of "not crossing the line".

According to their standards, I may be a fan who crossed the border - ever since things like mobile phones can access the Internet, and since I got hold of Gu Yu's first social account, I have always maintained the habit of digging through all his dynamics.

I can't find any words that can more accurately describe what I have done to Gu Yu over the years and the mentality behind those things than "habit".

I am used to silently watching his updates on various social platforms, including comments. As long as I am free enough and boring enough, I will follow the vine to see his friends, classmates, and scandal objects.I am used to searching his name with a search engine from time to time. As a half-public figure, he is occasionally on the news.I am used to feeling his mood and state from the things I see and the sentences I read...

Therefore, the "I understand you best in the world" feeling that star chasing girls have towards idols, and occasionally, I also have towards Gu Yu.I think I understand him better than many people around him, and understand what kind of person he is.

Presumably, that's why I wasn't surprised that he'd shown interest in me when he first met me a month earlier.That, too, is why I now automatically assume, without thinking about it, that he must be more obvious and more definite to me.

For this, I'm a little anxious because I'm still not ready.

So, the shameless instinct of a man dominated me again-I decided to avoid him.

This decision, I quickly started to implement it from the next day.

I got up at six o'clock in the morning, cooked porridge for him in half an hour, and then handed it over to Zheng Jiabao, who came to work with a yawn at 06:30, and ran to another restaurant as early as possible.

He also specifically asked Zheng Jiabao: "If Mr. Gu said he came to see me, he must give me a call."

Zheng Jiabao's yawn squeezed tears out of his face, which matched the blank expression very well: "Huh?"

I patted him: "We must fight, life and death are at stake."

Then ran away.

In fact, I think that I have mild emotional entanglements with people like Gu Yu, and I don't want to accept it. "Escape" is the easiest reply to operate.

His cleverness will make him understand my attitude immediately.His decent upbringing and pride in his personality will make him stop immediately.In fact, it seems to be almost the same.

On the first day, I received two calls from Zheng Jiabao.The first phone call said, "Teacher Gu asked where you are, and I don't know where you are, so I didn't say."For the second call, say "Teacher Gu asked you when you will be back today".

—I didn’t go back until after dinner.

Before going back, he brought Gu Yu another dish that Pei Yanya used to specialize in, Sixi balls.I asked Zheng Hao to send it to the hotel.

The next day, I only got one call.Zheng Jiabao trembled tremblingly, and said with trembling voice: "Mr. Gu... is next to me, and he asked you, are you also..."

He paused, as if unable to speak.So, in the next second, I heard Gu Yu's voice: "Zheng Zixu, you plan to give me a packed dish today, aren't you?"

I subconsciously bent my fingers holding the phone and held my breath.

So, we just stalemate for a while.Zheng Jiabao's phone leaked so much that we could hear each other's breathing.His breathing rate was telling me he wasn't happy.

I was hiding heartlessly, but now I suddenly feel ashamed.

After a while, he calmed down and said: "Come back, what are you hiding, old man, can I eat you?"

I failed to overcome the weakness of human nature, and my heart was timid and confused, and I blurted out: "No, our shop is quite busy these days, I'll come here to help, and I'll go back when I'm free in a few days."

"Oh." He said, "Then you can do whatever you want. If you are so busy, you don't have to worry about my food for a few days. You can work on yours."

I:"……"

He hung up the phone directly, leaving me uneasy and uneasy all day.

Maybe it was to round up the nonsense of "very busy", maybe it was because I still didn't know how to face him, I went out early and returned late as usual.As always, he left breakfast for him in the morning, and made a simple Beijing dish in the evening for Zheng Hao to deliver.

Half a month has passed without knowing it.It's been a long time, and it doesn't seem like we have some awkwardness and don't see each other, but it seems that we have a new way of getting along.

I can hear from others what he does every day, and I even know it better than meeting him every day in the past.This is mainly due to Zheng Jiabao's broken mouth, he can't wait to report to me everything he knows about Mr. Gu's activities.

And judging from what he does every day—when he has free time, he spends time at the fruit stand in front of our food stall, selling fruits for Lao Zheng’s sister, me and Zheng Xing’s aunt Zheng Hao—he also understands me very well. A rapidly increasing trend.

Strictly speaking, the real stalemate between us was only the first two days when we didn't see each other, and then we used online chat instead of face-to-face small talk.Moreover, the number of topics and the duration of online chats are beyond imagination, just like netizens.

My unrelated aunt, Zheng Yue, was instrumental in making us "netizens".

She is a very enthusiastic middle-aged woman who likes to mention her juniors to anyone.Especially me, a junior who can be called "other people's child" in Haibao.

If she didn't show off from the time she knew me, she would have picked up a nephew for nothing.

Therefore, in the voices that Gu Yu sent me at the beginning, on average every three sentences started with "You actually..." when you were young and ended with "Hahahahahaha".

In this way, our topics started from childhood and gradually diverged to anything imaginable.

We somehow became two chatterboxes, chatting endlessly.

He found inconceivably that I "know so much" about him, and I was as surprised as he was when I discovered that there were so many things I didn't know about him.

This "netizen" chat was protracted and unscrupulous.

I dig like a treasure trove of areas that I've collected over the years without even scratching the surface.He seems to have picked up a treasure suddenly. In his words, "I thought you were a beautiful pebble, but I didn't expect you to be any stone."

... This metaphor, um, since he was an art student in high school, I am not too demanding.

The comfort and mystery of getting along like this makes people want to stop.

It wasn't until the two children at home were on vacation, and Zheng Zhiming said that he would take them on a trip and asked me to take care of the main store more, that I had to stop pretending to be busy outside and go back to the food stall.

For the small town of Haibao, June and July are a small tourist season.Our shops on the beach are the most advantageous shops in the whole small town.

It is because of this that my aunt Zheng Yue will put the stalls of her own fruit shop at the food stalls every year when the summer vacation is approaching, and she can sell extra goods every day.There are many waiters in the restaurant, and it is convenient for her to grab strong men to help watch the stall.

She was even luckier this year, the most popular and handsome out-of-town cub in the town offered to help her watch the stall.

Seven o'clock in the morning is the time when Gu Yu usually comes over for breakfast.

Today is the first day I don't hide from him.I was used to getting up early, and when I went out, I saw him bending over to sort fruits at the door, with skillful movements and a sense of purpose.

I watched him from a distance for a while, he was so focused on his work that he didn't notice my presence at all.

"If you don't want to dance someday, you can open a fruit shop." I walked over pretending to be normal, and picked up a big green awn from the foam box in front of him.

He supported his knees with one hand, raised his face and looked at me, with the corners of his mouth deliberately tense, not speaking.

I paused and said, "I'll make you mango sticky rice today?"

"Whatever." He said, lowered his eyes, bent over and picked up the foam box and walked to the fruit stand outside.

...I thought he had calmed down after talking for so long.It seems that I underestimated the temper of the artist.

I watched his back from where I was, and tasted his temper.He is the one who says "big man", and he is the one who has a more violent temper than women.How did he combine the simplicity and straightforwardness of the old men with the deep-feminine temper tantrums so seamlessly?

"Oh, Gu Yu." I called out to him.

He turned to look at me, "Why?"

"Have you..." I suddenly didn't want to say that, so I shook my phone at him and said, "Wait a minute."

Then send him a message, just like we do "netizens".

"Has anyone ever said that your temperament and beauty transcend gender?"

After a while, he finished reading and stood there with a thoughtful look.

I walked over slowly, and he put down his phone and looked at me, and replied, "No. Tell me, what kind of transcendence?"

I stared at him, dazed.

Compared with when he first came to Haibao, he was dressed much rougher now.At that time, he dressed simply and paid attention to details. There was always a piece of jewelry on his body, and his hair was always gelled.

But at this moment, apart from the most common sportswear, he has no other decorations, and his hair has faded from its natural color, soft and docile.

He is so simple, even a little close to my slovenly appearance, but it makes me feel beautiful and thrilling.

I almost wanted to say something, but something caught my throat, and I could only stare at him blankly.

"Zheng Zixu, do you want to..."

"Brother Xu, good morning!" Zheng Jiabao walked by carrying a bucket.

Gu Yu: "..."

I:"……"

I came back to my senses, lowered my eyes to look at the ground, my heart seemed to wake up from some kind of paralysis suddenly, and it was overly active.I suspect that Gu Yu will hear its movements, and I feel uncomfortable.

"That is to say, when you are a rough old man, you are as beautiful as a fairy. When you dress up like a girl, you are also simpler and rougher than the straight man of steel... No, you are tough." I hoarse my voice, and I didn't know what I was doing. say what.

He was silent for two seconds, and said: "Go away, go back and make your mango sticky rice, here it is!"

As he spoke, he stuffed two big yellow awns into my arms.